I Hurt a Friend

I hurt a friend today. I didn't mean to. We always say that, don't we...without stopping to ask ourselves what kind of monster EVER hurts a friend intentionally. So it doesn't matter that I didn't mean to; the fact remains, I hurt a friend.

I behaved badly. I broke a boundary. I raised my voice. I wasn't angry--was I angry?--but I probably came across as angry. I didn't like the look I saw on her face as I vented.

I went back to my office and stewed. Dang, now I have to apologize. I hate humbling myself to the point of apology; but I was miserable inside myself because I'd hurt a friend, and I knew what I had to do.

So I went to her and said, "Do I owe you an apology?" and she looked at me and said, "I've never seen that side of  you."

I apologized, she forgave me...so why do I still feel so lousy?